"How long has it been?" Nima asked after the trio took shelter in the Visitor's Center.
"We found you last night." Jess said. "We sorta...ran into you."
"Maldita sea." Nima said.
"So...who is "Mariquita"?" Jess asked.
"Mariquita? It's...It's nobody. A word."
"Oh! My Spanish is all wet! I was trying to talk to you, and it's like, I thought you were gonna kill me because my grammar is a flopperoo."
"So umm...what did we talk about?" Nima asked.
"Help's on the way!" Gerry interrupted. "The control room's a mess, but the phones are working. Hey, you look a whole lot better."
"Help is on the way?" Nima asked.
"InGen is sending a rescue team." Gerry explained. "A plane will be here soon to take us to the mainland. We'll get you looked at by a people doctor, instead of a vet."
"...a rescue team...InGen..." Nima said. "My things. I had a pack..."
"Oh, it's right here..." Jess said, handing Nima her rucksack.
"I don't remember seeing you here before." Gerry said. "What brings you to Jurassic Park?"
"I'm sorry, but...I can't tell you that..." Nima said, distraughtly.
Gerry and Jess looked at each other, unsurely.
"You know what?" Nima said. "I don't have time for this." Nima grabbed her rucksack.
"Whoa, whoa, take it easy." Gerry said. "Take it easy, don't push yourself."
"There won't be any rescue." Nima said.
Nima turned, brandishing Chadwick's Mauser Model 1914 pistol.
"Not for you."